A WALK AMONGST THE ENGLISH LAKES.

[HE lakes of Westmoreland and Cumberland will ever keep a place in the memory of those who have had the pleasure of seeing them; and happy is the man who can afford to spend a week in partaking of that pleasure. And yet it is not a serious matter in point of cost to those who go the right way about it, and don't care for the elegancies of life so much as the beauties of nature in the works of God.

Even for health's sake it is very good. The air has such a wonderful and beneficial effect upon the system. The air, indeed, is part food to the body, and every mountain stream invites you to drink, as the brave army of Gideon did, with your hands. It is not wise to take any heavy luggage. Just a satchel over your shoulder for such food as you can buy anywhere to serve the midday lunch; a pair of stockings, two day shirts, with a night shirt, a few collars, a towel, and piece of soap, to wash by the way, will be sufficient. It should not be forgotten that a pair of mackintosh leggings and an umbrella, with boots rather large, are of great service.

Now suppose you train to Carlisle and walk to Penrith, about seventeen miles. With a small Government survey map of the district, which can be had for fourpence, and the only guide needed, the traveller may select his road.

Hutton Park, on the road, is a delightful place.

The road leads to the gates of the mansion, and turning to the left and making a circuit of three-quarters of a mile, you come upon an avenue of trees which seem to reach as far as three miles. Here the oak and pine, fir and birch, &c., blended, their colours and forms mingling, the dark pine was relieved by the light crispy green of the oak or the feathery fir. And noticeable about the firs was that a new foliage had come over the old branches and stems of the flowers or leaves; this left the old portion visible, and it hung like a beard from each branch, giving it a light and hazy appearance, which was striking.

The place was as still as death, save the note of the blackbird and thrush, reminding us of the words of Southey, the Lake poet

"Hark, I hear the throstle sing;

He, too, is no mean preacher;

Come forth into the light of things,

Let nature be your teacher."

A feeling of awe creeps over the mind, bespeaking the majesty of the Creator. The mountains loom in the distance to cheer you on.

Penrith is a clean little town, having about 9000 inhabitants, doing a good general business, with an agricultural market and auction mart for cattle. The different religious denominations are well re

presented, Episcopalians, Methodists, Wesleyan and Primitive (no New Connexion), Congregationalists, and Plymouth Brethren. Here you can get tea for 1s. and bed for 1s. 6d. Leaving Penrith in the morning after a good breakfast, consult your map for the road, and start for Pooley Bridge.

A walk of about six miles is before you, part of which you take amid lanes of wild roses if you go in July.

Pooley Bridge is at the head of Lake Ullswater, which is about eight miles long. The mountains stand out on either side. On the left they are in rugged grandeur, and, being partly formed of red sandstone, look pretty when the sun shines upon them. On the right from Pooley Bridge there are two high mountains clothed to the top with fir-trees, which look like two great tea coseys over the teapot. The fir-trees look like so many little trees out of a toy box, standing row above row.

The lake, on which a steamer plies at this time, is as smooth as glass. You may sit by the shore, and enjoy the scene, and be delighted. Flies are very numerous here, perhaps more so than at any other portion of the Lakes, and very annoying. On the west side of the lake there is a lead mine, where between 200 and 300 boys and men are at work getting and smelting the ore, though not a vestige of the work is seen, being hid away in the mountains. On the east or left side there is a slate mine, the hole in the mountain side only being visible.

Here on the top of one of the mountains is a pillar far up on the peak, which brings to the mind the story of the "Altar of Witness," which the two and a half tribes of Israel erected on the mountains near Jordan, which like it may be seen for many miles. The pillar in this case may be the work of the Survey. Arriving at Petterdale you can have tea for 1s.

Leaving this place for Ambleside you have to cross Kirkstone Pass, a distance of about eight miles, four miles up and four miles down the mountain on the other side. The road is zigzag up a tremendous gorge, the mountains towering high above on either side, at the foot of which is the lake "Brothers' Water." After a good two hours' ascent you reach the top of the pass, which is about 1740 feet high, on which is an inn, and the highest house in England. But the mountains on the west side seem twice that height, and sheep were grazing at 2000 feet above the level of the sea. From the top of the pass a splendid panoramic view meets the eye, great mountains on every side, and lovely valleys with lakes in their midst. Lake Windermere, about ten miles long, is seen winding its way to the sea. After a few minutes' rest, and a steep two hours' descent, you reach Ambleside, at the head of Windermere, being about twenty-six miles from Penrith, and a good day's walk.

(To be continued).

R. R.

Memoirs.

DAVID BULLOCK.

DAVID BULLOCK was born in Macclesfield, May 25, 1850. Very early in life he became a scholar in Fence Sunday school, and continued till the age when so many of our youths, thinking they are too fold to be scholars, yield to indifference and become careless whether they attend school or not. It is so in too many instances, and hence numbers are unhappily drifted away down the stream of dissipation and sin. At this period between boyhood and manhood-our young friend appeared for some little time to have been influenced by a similar feeling. But he preserved his reverence for God's house, and attended Park Street Chapel, Macclesfield, morning and evening on the Lord's day. From this unconcern for the Sunday school and its claims he was aroused by the kindly counsel of his sister at home. Her influence induced him and a companion to become teachers in the school where he had been a scholar. David persevered in the path of duty on which he now entered, and attained to the honour of being a very useful teacher. So earnest did our young friend become in this blessed work for God that he ultimately devoted the whole of the Sabbath to it, and besides gave many evenings during the week to the interests of the institution. To train and fit the children of the school to engage in singing the praises of God in an efficient manner was his delight. For this work he appeared to be specially adapted, believing that "Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings God will perfect praise."

Our young friend, being an earnest and consistent abstainer from all intoxicating drinks, at once commenced a Band of Hope Society in connection with the school. He also continued to labour for its welfare, and under his care it became a marked success. No one was more gratified than he in perceiving the good effects of his labours in the Temperance cause, for individuals of mature years were attracted to the meetings and brought to forsake their evil courses. But it was not only in connection with his own school that our dear friend was useful. His talents were in requisition as secretary of the Band of Hope Union in Macclesfield. In this capacity he was very much respected, for regularity and punctuality were distinguishing traits of his character. There can be nothing like completeness in the life of any man if either of these two traits are wanting.

David was regular and punctual at duty, while also his kindness of manner and civility of speech endeared him to all who knew him. As a member of the Church, he desired to walk blameless before God. He was not one who had much to say in the class meeting, but he endeavoured to do what he believed to be right, and to honour God in his life. The time when the consciousness of God's forgiving love filled his heart with joy, is not known even to those who knew him best. But it was evident that he had such an experience and that Jesus was to him "the fairest among ten thousand and the altogether lovely." Decision and energy in whatever he undertook seemed to be stamped on all he did, either in wordly or

spiritual things. Having allowed his health to suffer by too close an attention to many duties, he vigorously adopted what was considered by his medical attendants the best means of recovery. The Great Bestower of all mercies, however, ordered otherwise, and the youthful servant of God on earth must join the company of the pure and blessed in heaven. During his affliction he had frequent visits from our ministers, the Revs. J. Ogden and J. Gibson; the teachers and scholars of Fence Sunday school also often came to sing and pray with him; these visits were indeed times of refreshing. No one could appreciate religious visits more than our dear friend, and he always expressed his gratitude to those who visited him. At times he would request his father to join with him in devotion. The quotation of Scripture texts and hymns gave him much consolation, encouraging him and enabling him to wait patiently the Lord's time.

The writer often had opportunity of seeing the calm, trustful reliance which he had in the blessed Saviour. A peace which passed all understanding cheered his soul, giving satisfactory proof that he was "safe in the arms of Jesus." As a musician he was of great service in the choirs at school, and the words which had often been sung while he was leader of the choirs were now specially applicable and sweet to him in the hour of trial. The hymn, "My God, my Father, while I stray," he felt very appropriate to himself, especially the lines

"Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I'll strive to say,
Thy will be done."

On the last morning of his life he joined the family at breakfast and was very cheerful. Shortly afterwards he was taken with convulsions, which continued to his death. While the Rev. J. Gibson was praying with him, and was just uttering the words, "Into Thy hands, Father, we commend his spirit," the friends present observed him open his eyes, look faintly at them, and then calmly breathe his last. Thus lived and laboured for Jesus David Bullock. He left this world for Heaven on January 27, 1875, aged 24 years.

Let our young men imitate him. Let all devote themselves with a like earnestness to the Master's work.

His death was improved by the writer of this paper to a very large and attentive audience on Sabbath evening, February 28, 1875, from the words, "He, being dead, yet speaketh."

July 24, 1875.

JOHN COXON HOLLAND.

A MANLY BOY.

HAT is it makes a manly boy? It is not size or weight, for there are some large, heavy boys that are anything but manly. We saw one once, a big burly fellow about fourteen years old, with a fist like a small sledge-hammer, and a voice as loud almost as that of a mule; but we did not think he was very manly when we saw him pick up a small boy, who was quietly playing with a little wooden waggon, and lift him up above his head, while he screamed in his ear as loud as he could, and then set him down. The little fellow was pale with fright, and cried; the big fellow laughed aloud and went his way, ha-ha-ing as he went, and no doubt thinking he had done a very fine thing. But he was not manly.

Nor does the power to smoke cigars without getting sick make a manly boy. Some boys think so, we know. We have seen even small boys, nine or ten years old, pick up stumps of cigars which men have thrown into the gutter, and puff away at them, holding up the head and stalking along, as if to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, look at us. are men, we are." But they are not men.

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A manly boy is one who shows some good manly qualities. We do not expect him to be as large as a man, as strong as a man, or as wise as a man. But he will be truthful, honest, and well-behaved.

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He will not be ashamed to have it known that he loves both his father and his mother; nor will he be afraid of the ridicule which silly boys may heap upon him because of this love. They may call him" baby," and say what they please about being "led by the mother's apron strings;" but he does not mind that, for he knows he is right.

He will never engage in low, mean sports. He loves real sport, but will do nothing for fun that he would be ashamed to talk about at the dinner-table. He does not torment small boys, but is ready to help them when he can. His sisters are not careful to hide their books or their toys from him lest he destroy them. He would never think of that. He is not greedy at the table or rude in company, but remembers that others have rights as well as himself.

The manly boy believes that the best kind of a man is a Christian, and therefore he is not ashamed to have it known that he wishes to be a Christian. He does not neglect his Bible or his prayers, nor does he dislike the Sunday school and the church.

Does anybody say that this is all very well to talk about, but that no one ever yet saw such boys as are here described? We answer, There are such boys, plenty of them, and we have seen them. They are not men, mind you, but boys-manly boys. They are full of fun, as other boys; they equal anybody at the different sports in which boys delight they swim, and skate, and play ball, and roll the hoop, and run just like other boys; but their behaviour is gentle and kind.

These manly boys, when they grow up, will make real men; they will be, in the best sense of the word, gentlemen.